If I Were A Character Poem by Chelsea Petty

If I were a character in a play, I would be most complex. The audience would watch my actions with intrigue and wonder at the psychology behind what I do. The playwright would be revered as amazing and intelligent for his creation of such an unusual character. I would be as household as Blanche or Hedda. The actors who play me would spend hours researching the motivations and thoughts of someone such as me. The problem would be that there would be no person alive or dead who compared to my character. The actors would receive awards of the highest honor for their ability, or rather inability, to bring to life someone so awe-striking. If I were a characer in a play, that's how things would be.

If I were a character in a book, English teachers would assign my story to defenseless students for centuries. I would be studied for my quirks and have propositions made about my drives. I would become a headache for innocent kids who are forced to write their dissertations on what they foolishly think they have discovered. If I were a character in a book, that's how it would go.

If I were a character in life, I would wonder about why I act and feel the way I do. I would be a mystery to everyone around me. I would be hungry to show the world whom I am and the gifts I have to offer. I would be afraid of rejection and live in solitude praying only to God. I would wish for friends and avoid people. I would love the spotlight, but fear the burn. I would love everybody and feel only hate. I would wish the world a better place and know I could change it, yet hold back and say 'if only.' If I were a character in life, I would wish to be someone else.